A world.
A place.
A fantasy that explains what might actually happen in the future. A war. Deaths. 
One girl.
One man.
An entire mystery.
What happens in the end?

How to make someone closer?

That is to ask them for help. 

It might sound pretty strange, but when you ask someone to help their relationship become closer to each other, but of course, you can't ask something impossible. 

"What is it? I'll do it for you," Utaha asked with an expectation. 

"I hope you can persuade Machida-san to resign from her office," Haru said. 

"......." 

Utaha blinked her eyes and seemed to be very shocked. "Why?" Her relationship with Machida was quite close and it surprised her to hear his request. 

"I want to buy a publishing company for myself," Haru said. 

!!!!!!

"What? Really?! You're not lying?" Utaha seemed to be very surprised when she heard it. 

Haru nodded and said, "Yes, I have thought that Machida is suitable to manage the company that I am going to buy." 

"What publishing house?" Utaha asked hurriedly. 

"Media Factory," Haru answered. 

"Media Factory." Utaha murmured and felt a bit surprised about his choice. She knew quite well about this publisher's house since it was one of the famous light novel publishers along with anime, games, and manga magazines. 

"What do you think of Machida? Do you think that she is suitable?" Haru asked. 

Utaha thought for a while and nodded. "I have to admit that as long as there is a chance she can show her power." She looked at him and asked, "But are you alright with that? Machida-san is very young." 

"Isn't being young good? She can accept change and she is very ambitious," Haru said. 

"Why not Kadokawa?" Utaha asked. She thought about the company where she and Haru published their books together. 

Haru shook his head and said, "Too expensive. I don't think that it is worth it to buy that company." He had a lot of comics, novels, anime, games, and a lot of things on his head. He thought that it was better to buy a medium publishing company that was quite famous rather than making it from zero. 

"Good, I will help you," Utaha said. She thought for a while and asked, "Have you invited her? Your relationship is very good, right?" Her tone was quite sour when she asked this question. 

Haru smiled and held her hand. "You don't need to be jealous. Our relationship is close but not as close as the two of us." He moved his head closer and kissed her forehead. 

Utaha smiled sweetly looking at him then suddenly remembered something. "Oh, right! I have brought my manuscript, do you want to read it?" 

"Sure," Haru said. 

Utaha took out her manuscript, but she became slightly nervous when she wanted to give it to him. She took a deep breath and said, "Read it." 

"Good." Haru nodded and took her manuscript. He opened it and took his reading glasses. It wasn't that he had bad eyes, but it had become a habit after Megumi had brought him these glasses. He wore his glasses and started to read it. 

Utaha had a calm expression, but her heart wasn't calm. She was happy that Haru had decided to buy a publishing company and she was also happy to help him to persuade Machida to join his company, but she was slightly disappointed when he didn't invite her to his company. She was disappointed, but she was more spirited to show her power to him. However, she had to admit that these glasses on his face seemed handsome giving him a scholar image. 

Haru didn't need a long time to read Utaha's manuscript. He had to admit that it was quite interesting, but he knew that she could do more. He placed the manuscript on the table and said, "First, as a fan, I have to say that I am really happy to read your first manuscript." 

Utaha smiled and said, "Thank you." 

"It's good, but you can do better," Haru said. 

"Do better?" Utaha raised her eyebrow. 

"I have to remind you first that you have told me that you want to become the best-selling writer, right?" Haru said. 

"That's right." Utaha nodded. 

"I can't pamper you when I read your manuscript. I need to be strict in this situation since I don't want to become a shackle that is preventing you from growing," Haru said. 

Utaha felt warm inside hearing his words and nodded. "Don't hesitate and tell me anything." 

"Really?" Haru said. 

"Yes, do it. I am ready," Utaha said, trying to provoke him. 

"Good, let me tell you what is wrong with this manuscript....." Haru said and started with his analysis. 

Utaha listened to him then her expression turned ugly then she also started to get angry at him. 

They started to argue with each other about this manuscript. 

Utaha who listened to Haru had her own argument and told him what she had thought during this editing session. Even though she had to admit some of Haru's ideas were very good, she didn't want to admit it. 

Their discussion was quite long and they had stayed in this cafe for a few hours. 

"Y - You bastard," Utaha said while looking at him hatefully. 

"I love you," Haru said and kissed her forehead. 

Utaha still had a resentment on her heart, but everything disappeared when she was kissed. She snuggled into his arms and said, "You're really a sadist." 

"I have told you before that I won't pamper you. Your dream is big and it isn't easy," Haru said. 

"I know," Utaha said in a low voice. 

"But I am here, I might be very strict during an editing session, but I'll pamper you with a lot more," Haru said and kissed her hair. 

Utaha looked at him and asked, "Is this carrot and stick method?" 

"This is love," Haru said. 

"......" Utaha sighed and thought that there were a lot of things that she needed to change. 

"That's right, can I ask you one more request?" Haru said. 

"What is it?" Utaha asked. 

"Cancel your contract and come to my company," Haru said. 

"........" Utaha was surprised when she heard it. "I thought that you didn't have an interest in my book." 

"No, I have a really big interest. I'll pay the cancellation fee and make you the writer in my company later," Haru said. 

Utaha snorted and said, "You want to make money from this talented writer?" 

"Yes, but you don't need to worry that your contract is going to be good since you're the girlfriend of the CEO," Haru said. 

Utaha rolled her eyes and suddenly thought of something. "CEO falling in love with a normal girl?" 

Haru looked at Utaha and thought this woman might have a strange idea for a new book.

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He has been reincarnated, he thought that he didn't have a cheat until suddenly he noticed someone invite him on a group chat.

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I have completed editing of chapters 7-25, I have completed formatt editing there just some stuff I just realized I need to check on with the format for good measure, I have also added the disclaimers and reposted chapters 7-25. Keep in mind that all authors notes are unaltered.

In the edited chapters some plot holes but not all plot-holes have been fixed and removed, the plot remains the same its just their was some conflicting information in the now edited chapters.

The illustration I made of Rocyl's symbol has been removed and is neither on any platforms or in the manuscript.

I did this when I was reposting because I was tired and hungry and I am still hungry as I write this... Hopefully after I check my notifications I can go down stairs and eat food.

Chapters 1-6 were edited far before book one was complete late at night a few months ago last year I think it was last year, so if there are still errors in there it cuz I was tired when I was editing them.
Chapters 26-60 were edited before being posted and after being written.

All I need to do now is noted down chapter title pages so I can add the table of contents then get the illustration done before publishing book 1 on amazon.

There were some strange glitches on royalroad.com were the text was black in dark mode, I went back and fixed that. However if anyone notices similiar glitches on my chapters please notify me, I will see what I can do.

Last but not least when I was reposting I messed up reposting a chapter on tapas.io I was unable to correct my mistake and so I did something I should've done long ago. I deleted my series on tapas.io

However I still have chapters on royalroad.com scribblehub.com webnovel.com and P A T R E O N .

So be at ease.

Thus I do believe this wraps up the announcement.

Have a good day and wish me luck.

I have this story on Webnovel.com Scribblehub.com and Royalroad.com I have deleted my series on Tapas.io I am on P A T R E O N, besides these websites I have not published this story anywhere else.
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Ethereal.

A Primordial Storm.

A Hyper-Sentient Being A God?

No.

But his creations seem to think so?

Whole worlds sculpted from his own body.

Countless denizens living and breathing on and within his worlds.

Immortal Powerful Overseers descended from one born in the primordial Origin.

Massive Guardians Dragons that birthed all dragon-kind.All serving you, all look up to you.

Yet you say no, you are not a God.

Because I am not.

I can be hurt.

I can be killed.

I have limits.

My Power is Finite, not Infinite.

Thus I am not a god.

I used to think It was only me in the void, but I am not alone.

Some of the authors on Webnovels were inspired to write their own stories after reading the works of famous authors. Perhaps some of them believed that they could do a better job. Some of them ran out of things to read, so they decided to write the "story" that they want to read. While others… just want to write a story that they think will be popular to the readers.

Ironically, the stories that they had written also inspired other readers to write their own stories as well. Hopefully, this cycle will never end. So that the future generations will be able to read new and exciting stories that will show them a world filled with sword, magic, cultivation, and Lo--

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Xandarx: There's a reason for them to be famous as they have their style

Zenith: lol.

Xandarx: You can see it from their work, it's true. Like their character has embedded into the book. This is what make them different I think.

Zenith: I know. But not everyone is as great as you show them to be. They learn from their previous works While we are still struggling to finish one.

Xandarx: Yeah, I know.

Zenith: They move on and get better that's where the difference lies. If you see any CN author who made it big, you can see that they had their share of experience before getting there, or for that matter, any author in the Western world.

Murakami: Not necessarily publishing houses only accept works they think will sell.

Zenith: The ones who get it big the first time are rare.

Murakami: So you might not see how they built up to their debut novel. Authors can have 15-20 scrapped novels b4 they debut, and the public don't get to read a single one.

Reili: Yikes.

Xandarx: Yeah.

Zenith: That doesn't make the author lose his experience of writing those scrapped novels that's the point I was making.

Murakami: But it also means that it's more like hit and miss.

Reili: True because they don't get the feedback from fans.

Murakami: They get limited feedback from an agent/editor who doesn't want to read their work.

Zenith: Yeah, but it surely is better than nothing.

Murakami: And they're left with a bunch of abstract and vague advice that they have no idea how to implement.

Reili: If they don't enjoy it, the feedback won't be as insightful.

Zenith: They can learn from their mistakes from reading their own works.

Reili: Well…

Zenith: If possible, from platforms.

Murakami: If they knew how to do that they'd fix it and publish it.

Reili: It would make the process easier if someone who enjoys the book to give them better feedback.

Zenith: It's called rewriting from scratch, and it takes a tonne of time if the author feels more interested in some other idea of his, he would do that.

Reili: I suppose so since the author being inspired will bring his book along.

VKBoy: If the ones giving review are professional editors, then they don't necessarily have to have read your work with immersion because their suggestions will still likely cover the basic flaws that amateurish writers usually make.

Reili: Point taken.

Zenith: Yeah.

Murakami: @VKBoy if they spot those errors they'll put down the manuscript after the first page

Reili: Then again, its a little bit like movie critics. They may hate the movie, but fans love it.

Zenith: Yeah.

Murakami: And then send a reply saying, "Don't send in another manuscript until you learn how to write properly."

Zenith: Professionals in the said field prefer not taking risks. Especially in movies, but books, you can keep trying.

VKBoy: Well, if there are errors in the first page itself, that's a whole different thing, lol.

Reili: True.

Murakami: No, but a good editor can tell the writing quality from just the first page even if you've crafted it perfectly, they can just tell that the rest will be shit.

Reili: You have to also take into account of one punch man. The original comic looks terrible, but the redraw made it amazing.

Zenith: That's smartness of the creator.

VKBoy: Well, in one punch man's case, it got attention from the companies after it got popular in the online communities.

Reili: So a persons writing and grammar may be terrible, but with a little editing, the story itself could be amazing.

Zenith: You can let the editor do the Shi*t and focus on your story, It works.

Overlord Venus: Yeah, solo leveling is a good example. The story is bland.

Reili: But it would also help if the author re-reads the edit to make sure the essence of their story is still there.

HavenlyJeep: Essence and core backbone.

Zenith: @Reili It depends on what the author wants, and how much work he is willing to put in.

Reili: @Zenith true.

VKBoy: Of course, some editors just butcher the style of the author.

Reili: Same but honestly I just use Grammarly and the read aloud function in word to make sure the chapter makes sense.

Zenith: You can learn about writing, grammar, editing if you truly want. It is just the question of, would you?

Reili: I'm more into thinking up ideas and writing them than editing.

VKBoy: Editing is also writing, mate. Rewriting is where real writing lies.

Zenith: It's a skill in writing a story, but your choice.

Reili: Point taken.

Murakami: You can't be a writer without being an editor.

Zenith: Editing it yourself can help you keep the heart of the story.

Reili: That being said, the more I write, the better my basic grammar became.

Zenith: You will keep the feels right.

Reili: Editing is now part of the process.

Zenith: And not make it just sound or look better, you give what the story wants
And that is a great thing.

Reili: Creative freedom.

Zenith: I want to learn grammar and revise what I learned.

VKBoy: @Zenith Learning grammar will take years, so take it slow and steady. That way, memories stick with you for longer times.

Reili: I do read mtl sometimes since I can't wait for chaps, but then I find myself reading in broken English and must stop.

Murakami: I'd like to correct that statement VKBoy. Learning grammar is easy
learning "usage" is hard.

VKBoy: lol, if you read mtl, your IQ drops. Believe me, this can affect a person's writing skill in the long run.

Reili: Definitely, which is why I stopped.

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Author's Notes

I'm sure you've read this a few times in the previous chapters, but I had been reading MTL chapters for the past few years. I usually read "Completed" stories, and most of them are around 2-4k chapters each. Of course, I read the translated chapters first. After I reach the latest translated chapter, I will immediately jump to *cough* Google Translate.

Yeah~ I know. Reading chapters through Google Translate was the most…epic mistake I did in the past. I've finished World Defying Dan God, Battle Through the Heavens uhh…and a few more novels using Google Translate.

In the later years, I discovered lnmtl.com, which gave me a better translation (at least the names of the characters are not written like Cloud Che instead of Yun Che (Against the Gods). 

To be perfectly honest, If I didn't start writing, I would have continued to read these machine translated chapters even now. Reading MTL works if English is not your first language.

This is something that those with English as their main language will scoff at. However, for those who just want to read. As in reading something without worrying about anything else, then they won't care even if it's a machine translated chapter. As long as they will be able to read the NEXT chapter, then it's all good.

This is also the reason why I admire translators. If not for them, these stories that we are not aware of will not be able to grace us with their presence. I would like to thank the translators of my favorite novels like Lord of Mysteries, Release that Witch, Against the Gods, Cultivation Chatgroup, Second Coming of Avarice, and so many other titles that I won't be able to list here.

To my beloved readers, if there will come a time when you feel like writing a story of your own and you're reading machine translated chapters, please stop now. I'm saying this for your own good. 

I understand how you feel. Believe me I do, but for the sake of the story you're going to write in the future, heed my advice. Stop now, while you still have the chance. Learning how to write from scratch with broken English is a painful process.

Then again, if you find an editor who is a masochist, consider yourself lucky. Let them clean up your mess for you, so you can focus on writing your story, and learn the art of writing while you write.

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"Well, Eric, would you let my publishing house take care of your book ?" Michael Klaus didn't try to hide his intentions, as he very bluntly said.
 
Eric looked at the already printed and bounded manuscript that the black girl gave him, and said to Michael Klaus: "I'm sorry, Michael, though I appreciate your recognition, but you know, I want to try my luck with some of the larger publishing houses. Parents hope for their children to make it to the Ivy League, don't they ?"
 
Michael did not have the slightest expression of contempt or displeasure as he smiled and said: "Eric, you don't seem to have a full understanding of those large publishing companies, maybe we could find a place to talk, I know a cafe not far from here, my treat, how about it ?"
 
Eric took back the manuscript, and put it into his bag as he straightforwardly replied: "I'm sorry, Michael, I'm late for work, if in the future my manuscript gets rejected by those publishers, I will contact you."
 
Eric carried his backpack and got out of the printing shop, he started his car and drove towards the restaurant.
Michael hesitated a little, before immediately rushing out of the shop, getting into his car and following him. He had a feeling that if he missed this opportunity, he might regret it forever. This feeling he got was 30% because the Jurassic Park novel and 70% because of that young man called Eric.
 
Although he had only read the top half of the novel, Michael was surprised by the lad's knowledge. It had to be known that teens his age may have never heard of genetic engineering, chaos theory, nanotechnology and other high-tech factors. But not only was this kid well documented, he also used that vocabulary in a way that didn't actually make you lose interest in the novel, and instead added to the fascinating twists of the plot.
 
He had seen many types of sci-fi novels, but most of them used those scientific terms in a very boring way, that type of fiction was obviously not for all types of readers.
 
Eric parked his car on the parking lot and turned around to find a black car stopping not far away. Michael Klaus got out, he had apparently followed him. This served to satisfy Eric's vanity. His favourable impression of Michael was seriously growing.
 
"Hey, Eric-"  Michael waved his hand and was about to speak when Eric pointed at his watch and said: "That, Michael, you see, it's nine and I work in this Italian restaurant as a waiter, if you don't mind ordering breakfast, the bar and restaurant are basically deserted before 10 o'clock." Michael nodded knowingly and followed Eric as he walked into a restaurant.
 
Eric changed his clothes and came out, Michael had been sitting at a window seat, an empty breakfast plate in front of him.
 
"I explained the situation to Mr. Jeff, but you have to hurry." Eric sat across Michael, smiled and said: "I might be young, but I'm not that easily persuaded."
 
Michael laughed: "I believe after you hear my explanation you will certainly give it to me to publish. As I just said, you probably don't know those big publishers, but, I have worked at Simon & Schuster for eleven years, I did everything, from the most basic things to editing. Because I failed in the competition for the department manager position, I left and founded my own The Night Elves publishing house."
 
"What does that have to do with me ?" Because of his past life as a loser, Eric feared hearing about other people struggle stories, and couldn't help but interrupt.
 
"Relax, young man, I  just want to make you understand that I'm not kidding around and that my words are the truth. You know, I was originally editing reviews at first, every day I reviewed tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of words from drafts, although there were a lot of, ehm, bad manuscripts, there were also a lot of works that got published. At least 2000 different kinds of books make it each year. Even if you got published, they already have thousands of ongoing publications, how much promotional marketing resources do you think they'll use on a newbie ?"
 
Michael finished, stopped and took a sip of water, leaving Eric some room to process. Eric already got the idea but did not say anything, he kept staring at Michael, indicating him to keep going.
 
Michael followed:  "My publishing house might be small, but with my years of experience and knowledge on publishing and marketing, it has always been doing well. Science fiction, adventure, and horror novels, although we only publish about a dozen novels each year, we still have a certain amount of reputation in the industry. If you give Jurassic Park to me, I promise to put in all the resources we have towards promoting your novel in the shortest time possible and help Jurassic Park  build some fame. With my help, and under my guidance, your novel will have higher chances to make it into the bestseller list."
 
Michael laid all his cards on the table, then quietly waited for Eric's decision.
 
After hearing Michael's rant, Eric was still somewhat concerned. Even if a small publishing house put in all their resources, how much could that possibly be ?
 
His mind was still that of a middle-aged man, he had experienced a lot in his past life and had seen all kinds of people. So of course he wouldn't be so hot-blooded as to change his mind with only a few words. However, there were two points that Michael mentioned that kept hitting his sensitive strings:  in the shortest time possible,  and, help Jurassic Park build some fame.
 
No matter the era, fame had always been an intangible but incredibly useful asset. From Eric's point of view, the only obstacle to the implementation of his plan was his young age that would prevent him from receiving other's full trust and support.
 
But with enough fame, this shortcoming disappears. If an eighteen-year-old freshly graduated high school student were to become a movie director, people would just laugh in contempt. But if an eighteen-year-old talented writer becomes one, the results would definitely not be the same. Sure, there would still be criticism, but there would also be some who would think along the lines of: Damn, that genius kid is quite fierce.
 
Eric said: "I have to admit, Michael, you kinda moved me there. However, these are only promises, I still know nothing about your publishing house."
 
"It's very easy to change that," Michael calmly said: "One of the authors my publishing house is in charge of made it into the recent New York Times best-sellers list. Although he only made it into the last place, it didn't stop Twentieth Century Fox from purchasing the movie rights. It'll probably be made into a film in the following years."
 
Eric didn't doubt Michael's words, those kinds of things could be easily looked up. He said: "So, when do we start talking about this cooperation ?"
 
Michael was stunned for a second before stammering: "Y-you, you'll agree ?"
 
"Yes," Eric nodded and smiled, "To be honest, I just can't wait to see my novel hit the shelves."
 
"Alright so how about tonight ? I think you may need to work now." Michael pointed at the restaurant's entrance where guests were gradually increasing.
 
After the two men agreed on the meeting place, Michael left the restaurant satisfied.
 
"Eric, what did you talk about with that man ? You look unusually happy." Jeff asked. Eric had just told him that he had to discuss something important with a friend, so he was a bit curious.
 
Eric handed the menus over to the guests and then their orders to his colleagues in the kitchen, before replying: "Oh yeah, awesome news Jeff, that man is the owner of a publishing house, I will soon be published."
 
Jeff was a little confused, and asked as he looked at Eric strangely: "Publish a novel ? Didn't you tell me yesterday that you wanted to become a director, that you had written a script ? Are you going to give up on your dream so quickly to become a writer instead ?"
 
Eric said: "Of course not, my goal hasn't changed, writing won't prevent me from becoming a director now, will it ? The manuscript is in my backpack in the locker room, Jeff do you mind taking a look and giving me your opinion ?"
 
Jeff made his way to the locker room in puzzlement, he thought that Eric's novel would probably only be a thousand words short story, so when he saw the thick stack of paper that made up the manuscript, Jeff's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. There was definitely more than 150,000 words, in his entire life he probably hadn't even written so much !
 
He spent the lunch period busiest hours in leisure. The restaurant's staff was taken aback when they realized their boss seemed to have disappeared for several hours. For that old man who always hanged around to suddenly go AWOL, it was definitely weird.
 
When they were discussing if they should go look for him, Jeff came out from the locker room, patted Eric's shoulder and said: "Brilliant novel, you'll probably resign soon." With these words, Jeff left. Once their boss' figure disappeared, a group of people surrounded Eric to inquire about what happened.
 
And that's how, for the whole afternoon, from time to time waiters and kitchen staff members would take turns to go into the locker room to read Eric's work. A beautiful waitress even coyly asked him if she could take a it home.
 
Although Eric wasn't indifferent to the beautiful girl's flirtatious winks, he could only decline such a request. He had a few copies of the novel, and lending her one was not a problem, but before the book was published, he didn't want any untoward accidents to happen.

An advertising director is reborn in 1988 Hollywood as an eighteen-year-old blond-haired westerner named Eric Williams.

From then on, he starts writing movie scripts and television songs, becomes skilled in directing every kind of film, wins over all kinds of female celebrities, and takes the road to become a Hollywood legend.

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ATTENTION!

This is not an original novel, all rights in this story belong to JUST DO.

The translation of most chapters is done by: Elawn, Nano4bots and Sissy That Walk.

My translation will start where they have left it, my translation may not be as good as theirs but I would like it much more people to know more about this story that I liked so much.

I WANT THAT I LIKE THIS HISTORY A LOT, BUT I DO NOT AGREE TO A LOT OF THE BEHAVIORS BOTH OF THE PROTAGONIST AND SOME CHARACTERS. IN THIS HISTORY CHARACTERS OF REAL LIFE APPEAR AND I DO NOT ASSURE THAT THE DATA PROVIDED IN THIS HISTORY WILL BE TRUE.

I know it's a long break (more than a year) but I had to focus on my studies. Now into a 2-year internship with lots of free time in my hand. Thus I've decided to continue the novel, at the very least I can guarantee that I can keep writing for the next couple of years.

Guys, I'll officially upload the next new chapter in a couple of weeks; I'm editing all the chapters released, to improve the standard. Re-evaluation of the novel showed my standard of writing is weak, which's obvious given the fact that English is only my third language.   

I'm working on improving my writing skills but for the immediate results, an Editor software has been subscribed for premium.  

Readers are welcomed to re-read the chapters edited, all edited chapters will have the date of editing in the 'author's thoughts'. I'll be editing at least three chapters every day.

I know many readers might be angry or disappointed with the inconsistency and huge break for which I extend my humble apology to all the readers. And will be extremely grateful for all those re-joining the ride and thanks for reading my book.

Alistair strolled through darkness shunning himself from light, he was plunged into the depths of hell by the greed of his own family. He crawled from those depths leaving trails of blood, craving for vengeance and toiling like a crazy wounded wolf.
 
After years of struggle he stands at the peak, a peak no one could touch, a peak where he could disdain anyone. Alistair had long got his revenge and quenched his burning fire with blood of those wronged him. 

The man who was supposed to have achieved everything one could possibly attain in a lifetime was actually left with nothing but felt utter isolation and icy solitude before his inevitable end, the death.

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Alistair was given another chance, reincarnation, with a system and the inheritance of the entire universe. 

He’s determined to lead an entirely different life, a life in which he truly pursues happiness with lots friends, lovers and a lovable family.

Will he get over his past and really turn a new leaf??? 

Will a place where law of jungle has long seeped into the society allow him lead a pleasant life without any carnage or bloodshed?????? 

 
This Story is also published in Royalroad.com

Hello readers. I'm currently not able to access the site using my laptop. I'm not sure when this problem will be solved but until then I'm not going to post any chapters. I could write with my phone but it would drop the quality since my phone is not installed with proof reading software which help with my editing. I don't have an editor and I'm working on this novel on my own. Being a non-native english speaker myself, I would surely make a lot of mistakes while writing. (Even with the software I would do mistakes here and there. Imagine doing so without one ㅠㅠ) I hope this problem could be resolved soon. Thank you for your understanding. By then I will continue drafting.

Kim was thinking to himself while looking at his friends. Although he seems playful when he is talking to others, inside he was more mature. He thinks rationally, and act rationally. He always dreamed of becoming a researcher one day and win the Nobel Prize. He had a brilliant mind which was trapped in the wrong body, in the wrong era. If only he was somewhere else different, maybe people would become more open to him and give him chances. Every single time he displayed his geniuses no one seems to bother because none did understand.

Despite the setbacks, he doesn't really hate his life. He always has his lovely family and most trusted friends with him. They are the one who made his life interesting. Even if others didn't believe him, his family and friends always give moral support when he mentioned his dream. Regardless of whether they understand him or not, because of them he never gave hope with his ambition.

He muttered to himself again,

"Hahhh can't some interesting things happen to stimulate my brain. I'm dying here. The teacher just read his notebooks. I don't even know if he understands the content. If only a comet come smashing in or an earthqua-"

Suddenly, he felt a slight tremor. He thought he was imagining things, but the class seems to be quiet. Too quiet! Again, a tremor with higher magnitude shakes the ground.

"What is this? Earthquake?

Finally finished all main tabs of the soft I was making. I still lots and lots of ideas on how to improve the soft, but that for the later. Filled in info up to the last chapter and already found inconsistencies in the last chapter(Level 14, part 1) due to writing it not in top condition. 
I am also adding more to previous(Level 14, part 1) chapter, because at Wednesday I had no time to properly finish it, so I felt that I have to do it properly! Fixing some mistakes that I found thanks to software. Added arrows, that people asked for)) Added things that I wanted to initially add and etc.
Chapter will still remain mostly foundational and these types of chapters will often appear in the beginning until year 2-3 maybe, because leveling will slow down by that time substantially. And by the time MC will reach higher levels, this kind of chapters will pretty rare.
I will republish it in a few minutes. Will just do a final read before publishing, and fix mistakes missed at pre-editing. 
Me editing and republishing chapter doesn't mean there will be no chapter today, so no need to worry))
I am publishing Friday chapter but later. Maybe like hours later, but it will be published.
I have already started working on it. 
Enjoy! And see you in a bit))

Seems like the time has come for another party to begin. Let's hope this one will be a success. World - Potterian. Person - random.
***
Met truck-kun. Obviously died. Nobody survives after fateful meeting with him.
Afterwards, I was reborn in the different world with the system from my favorite game! However, there was a catch - I had negligible amount of knowledge about this universe. 
***
I open my eyes and see [You were caught during unauthorized entrance into a magic academy!] 
"Oh cmon... System, do you really need do this every time? Now... what will I do?" 
[Pick a race]
"..."

The next morning Arial was at her desk and putting together the final touches for Harold's speech at the big party tomorrow. He would be one of the publishing houses' guest speakers at the event tomorrow. Adryn had let her know that he had heard rumors that they were going to also be announcing a possible movie deal for several of the publishing groups' novels. This was a big deal, as Adryn had been on the team working to secure such a deal for a long time. He had been almost as excited about her manuscript as his news, which had made her feel so special last night. 

She normally wore the same cocktail dress to these events, but had at the last minute popped out this week and bought a new one. The red, sparkler fit her like a glove and made her feel so sexy. It was absolutely not her style, and yet something about it had spoken to her the minute she walked into the boutique. 

Adryn as her date also added to her overall excitement. He knew everyone and was a big extrovert making sure she was introduced into the conversations as his date, and not just sitting on the outskirts as a wallflower. She was more easily to hear all the gossip and tattle, so she had information Harold would request come Monday morning. This spying on others was the least favorite part of the job, but she understood in this cutthroat business everyone took whatever edge they could. 

Now that she had provided Adryn her manuscript, she glanced at the phone on her desk. She wanted to call Mr. 1288 and report her mission success. It was so foolish, that someone she had talked to just a handful of times, could play so prominently into her actions. She chuckled, he was probably some overweight, computer geek that never left his cubicle and if they did meet she wouldn't give him the time of day. The truth was in her mind, he was tall, dark and beautiful with the voice of a god. 

She picked up the phone and dialed it. 

It rang, and rang and rang. 

No voicemail came online. 

No man came online. 

After close to twelve rings, she hung up. 

"See, you are so dumb," she chastised herself, trying to keep the ridiculous disappointment at bay. It was the wrong number after all and not a lifetime commitment. 

She shook her head to clear thoughts spinning, and turned toward her computer. She was determined to make it a productive day, so she set to editing the manuscript she had been working on. Several hours later, leaning back surprised at how much time had passed. She stood, rolled her shoulders and took a small break. 

As she was to sit again, the door opened and a courier walked in with this small bouquet of pale pink roses, in a pretty vase. For a moment, she imagined that someone cared enough for her to send such a sweet sentiment in her direction. She scoffed. 

"I'm sorry, I think you are in the wrong office," she said sweetly. 

"Arial?" He asked her reading the card in the middle of the flowers. 

"Yes," she said trying to figure out who in the world would have sent these. 

"The courier placed the arrangement on the corner of her desk," and backed out slowly still staring at her, before spinning on his heels and exiting. 

She walked slowly over to the perfect arrangement. Not once in her life, had she received flowers at work? The action was unsettling, as she thought through the options of who might have provided such a sweet token. Mr. 1288? Hopefully not! That would mean he knew who she was, but she didn't have the faintest idea of his identity. That would take some of the ease and mystery out of that for her she reasoned. No other names came to mind for secret admirers. Finally, fed up with her own thoughts, she reached out and snatched up the card. 

"I'm so sorry - just remember I did it for your own good! Adryn"

The words jumped off the page at her, and she felt tiny tendrils of panic start to spread throughout her body. What had he done? This was a big apology, and nothing he had ever done to date warranted such as this. She calmly took a breath in, and then out moving to answer the phone as the phone buzzed. 

"Byron Gertz" reflected on the caller id. Her heart fluttered to the skies. He was VP of New Acquisitions and was legendary for the works he was known to have secured for their publishing house. Many of them had already been purchased and turned to movies or television serials. 

"Harold Tolverson's office," Arial answered the phone trying to sound professional, despite her hands shaking. 

"Arial Heart?" The man's voice came through, not even his administrative assistant who was known to be a bear that protected anyone trying to get to Byron. 

"Yes?"

"Could you come up to my office?"

"When?"

"How about now?"

"Mr. Tolverson isn't in yet," she whispered trying to swallow down the panic around her throat closing. 

"No worries, I just need to see you," he said gruffly. 

"Okay," she squeaked and without another word replaced the receiver in its cradle. 

The phone immediately rang again, and it was 1288. She couldn't deal with that right now. He was going to get no answer from her until she knew what was going on upstairs. She didn't want to break the spell Mr. 1288 had on her with the stress coursing through her veins. She thought to call Adryn, but was afraid she might bark something at him she would regret. 

Standing, she tried inhaling and exhaling away from the stress as she checked her reflection in a small mirror she removed from her purse. A light touch up of her lip gloss was the best she could do with that pale, wide-eyed face. She needed to be on her way. 

As she traveled the hallway to the elevators in a trance, her brain couldn't process anything going on at this moment. Hitting the top button selection once inside, and she was on her way. The entire time she tried to come up with the reason for this visit. She had messed up Harold's last manuscript. No, Byron wasn't dealing with Harold's work at all. Nothing! She could not come up with anything.

As she took in the opulent surroundings as she exited the elevator, so different from the utilitarian floor she had just left, it did nothing to salve her nerves. She stepped up to the receptionist and waited patiently trying to stop kneading her hands together. 

"Can I help you?" The receptionist asked. 

"Arial Heart, to see Mr. Gertz."

"Ah yes, he is expecting you. If you would have a seat, I'll let him know you are here," said the receptionist sealing her fate. 

Arial would just have to be patient a moment longer to see what this life changing request of her presence would bring.

When Arial calls the wrong extension at work, she find a voice on the other end she wants to call again or maybe he could be the one she was looking for all along.

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